——— There are very loud crashing sounds coming from one section of Toaster’s massive base. Mixed in with said crashing were hisses and screeches of the large xeno variety. For some reason, Queenie had just gone feral and was on a rampage to destroy or further mangle every piece of scrap metal she could find.
The Cyborg wandered into view, summoned by the cacophany, watching as Queenie attacked various piles of scrap metal. Toaster didn't really mind per say, it was scrap after all, but there was concern from the Cyborg at least as he reached over and lightly tugged Queenie's tail to get her attention.
"You alright Queenie? Something got you riled up? You're going absolutely spare by the looks of it. Did some fucker try and step to you again? Do I need to crack heads?!"













